“Becky!” you holler once more trying to get your friends attention even as her features become more noticeable canine. But Becky is too focused upon the creature within the ticket booth to notice you or even what is happening to herself.
“That’s it keep growling you flea bag.” The both attendant jeers at the human dog.
But as you move closer you notice to your alarm the attendant is blowing handfuls of purple powder into the face of Becky as even now her nose and mouth grow into a canine muzzle as she sports sharp looking fangs while her ranting changes into snarls and growling.
“No stop!” But at this cry the booth attendant blows a puff of the purple powder into your own face bring you into a choking coughing fit as you try to wipe your eyes with your hands.